The air in the Heart's Sanctum, once thick with the acrid tang of battle, now settled into a pristine stillness, a testament to the primordial mana that permeated every crystalline surface. Sylus, though still recovering from the immense drain of his first manifestation, felt a profound sense of clarity. The physical pain was a distant hum, overshadowed by the torrent of cosmic truths that had flooded his mind.
"The entrance, Zani. Reinforce it," Sylus commanded, his voice gaining strength with every passing moment of healing. "Make it impenetrable. We need time."
Zani, her face pale but resolute, nodded. Her Blazer, the star-shaped ornament on her brow, pulsed with renewed vigor. She moved towards the massive archway that had served as their escape, her hands glowing with white mana.
